Before

My Sunday Spleen

I’ve been gathering
Nuts, wine and roses
To feel back home
I’ve moved to (a dirty) hotel
And I lied on the floor

Sun shines far on the horizon
As far as I feel from home
My Sunday Spleen in October
It’s not yet a time to move on

From the distance
Behind the courtains
I see things come and go
It’s so blind that no one is believing
Everything makes me feel alone

Car audio noise in the distance
My body aching from the trip
I’m a cloud failing in the sky
ashes to the wind